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Death of a Fashion King

In Collection, death, designer, Fashion, I heart, Icon, Legend, London, News, UK on February 12, 2010 at 1:16 am

Alexander McQueen‘s death today is not only a shock, it’s a cruel reality of how fickle life can be. A young boy with a dream, Lee Alexander McQueen dropped out of school at 16 and took an apprentice position at Savile Row‘s Anderson & Sheppard. GOD recognized this man’s gift; he went on to work for Gieves & Hawkes then worked in Japan and Italy. Very much an inspiration of the `90s, he went attended Central Saint Martins and set up his label in East London – the place all cool people go.

McQueen’s built a relationship with some of the most prolific people in fashion, Isabella Blow being one of them. But his talent spoke for itself. He was the epiphany of innovation; his collections were breathless. Even if you didn’t know fashion, you were easily taken away by cinematic creations. What’s most important was that he stayed true to Britain; he was utterly fierce houndstooth and scots plaid, no designer, no matter the tenure could match his devotion to British tradition.

For his Spring/summer 2010 collection, he spearheaded a trend: he streamed his entire show online. The collection was his most dramatic yet, with those infamous hoofs immediately worn by the likes of Daphne Guinness and Lady Gaga.

His stores are now being closed, he’s irreplaceable. He was able to touch people through his craft, and in such a saturated, ephemeral industry, this is very, very difficult to do.

He will truly be missed. RIP, Alexander McQueen.

Engage: Henril Vibskov @ Pool Gallery

In designer, Engage, Fashion, Fashion Heat, Good Look, Icon, In the Know, News on February 4, 2010 at 11:09 pm

Those lucky little bumble bees. As I skimmed through Diane Pernet’s blog, I was suddenly overcome with sadness. Why? Well, because one of my favourite fashion designers,  Henrik Vibskov, who’s also a visual artist and musician, is having a solo exhibition of graphics works at the Berlin-based Pool Gallery. He’s nowhere to be found in Canada. So while fans closer to home base get to revel in the gorgeousness up close, I have the luxury of being stuck in this cold, uneventful city. I suppose that’s part of the reason I wanted to move to the UK in the first place; I was ecstatic with the idea of the accessibility in Europe. However, when I lived there, it’s not like I took advantage anyway. But I digress.

How in the world did HV become my favourite – I’m not sure. I’ve never owned nor touched a HV piece as I have with my other favourites. But I’m in love with his collection, therefore, I’m in love with him.

I’ve always been interested in the relationship between art and fashion. So it does intrigue me when people such as HV are able to interconnect the two.

One of my goals is to attend his collections in Paris; and see one of his solo exhibitions. And she’s shown at many places, including the MoMA. I’m also obligated to see one of his music shows, but I’m guessing everything aside from fashion is one-off. Considering that he intends to create an ‘all-inclusive Henrik Vibskov experience’ I could be missing out, maybe he’s got one hell of a festive happening tomorrow night.

Who: Henrik Vibskov

What: Graphic Wors; a solo exhibition

When: Vernissage: 5 February 2010 19-23h
Exhibition: 6 February – 6 March 2010

Where: Pool Gallery
Tucholskystraße 38 / Ecke Auguststraße
10117 Berlin Mitte, Germany

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Tavi the front row hogging Style Rookie

In blogger, Fashion, Fashion Heat, Good Look, Icon, In the Know, News, Op Ed., style, Trend on February 2, 2010 at 7:13 pm

My grandmother, apparently, is an avid junk collector – magazine junk. And to my chagrin, the curse has rubbed off on me. Because even if I’m down to my last tener, collecting glossies is my sport. It’s a fire hazard to my claustraphobic space, and moving is a pain (when I moved to the UK and back, I got rid of them by the hundreds), but when you’re that passionate, what else can you do?

 It’s not easy to forget; my time at my grandparents’ house spent lost in the basement. But it wasn’t a boogy-monster space, matter of fact, it was equipped with bedrooms, sliding glass doors and most importantly, a library-like room with  magazine filled satchels – loads of them. My grandmother was a Cosmopolitan reader, and Harper’s Bazaar I think – not quite sure. Actually, yes,  she was. Regardless, when I was trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, it was only when I decided on journalism that my habit started to make sense.

If  journalism is what you’ve dreamt about – particularly  the fashion segment – then it’s due to the same obsession. That along with the cinematic effect of Chanel No 5’s parfum commercials and of course, infamous shows like Fashion Television. It becomes this tight-fisted dream to one day be apart of an awe-inspiring culture, but things have changed.

Fashion blogging – and Twittering – is the future. And that’s just something us stubborn headed print lovers have to accept. Especially when the new world entails fashion’s current talk of the town: Tavi Gevinson. At just 13, she’s flying all over the world, sitting front row at the most prestigious couture shows and by GOD, writing for US Harper’s Bazaar, a magazine noted as one of the most acclaimed fashion bibles ever produced.  

I’ll be the first to admit at one point, Tavi stirred up a bit of the greened eyed  in me. And I too tried to hide it behind the guise of being a “real” Journalist. But when you really think about it, why shouldn’t she have her moment? And who’s to say what she’s doing isn’t just as authentic as the salaried magazine staffer? Look at it this way; Stephen Sprouse, the beloved genius behind LV’s graffiti inspired bags only remembered as a name, and nothing else. Gia Carangi, the most acclaimed to grace the catwalks in Milan and Paris, died Aids stricken and indigent on a hospital bed somewhere in Philadelphia. Not that it has to be that dramatic but you get the point. To say victimize yourself using Tavi’s success is a bit … young.  And if you’re a true HB reader who’s familiar with their Paris Hilton cover tendencies, I don’t think Tavi’s arrangement should be as a surprise. Is it really that serious?

Everyone – including the fashion blogger, has the same admiration for fashion world as the burgeoning – or established – fashion journalist. Just because you happened to go to school for it, or are making a regular living through this “official” title really doesn’t make you more deserving of anything. No one said the world is fair. But that’s what makes it so interesting.